Thursday, December 26, 2013

Early this month Braine from Talk Supe Gushed & Griped about the pros and cons of joining a book tour (becoming a host). I was totally excited and honored when she asked me to be a Guest Writer and give the perspective from a book tour company! I said "Of course and THANK YOU!"

The thing is, while I'm the owner of Enchantress of Books Blog Tours, I'm still a book reviewer and as I started as a reviewer, I still host for a few other blog tours as well as independent tours (organized by the publisher, publicist or authors themselves). So, I totally understand the frustration some bloggers have with tour companies. This is why I strive not to frustrate my hosts :). I try to provide everything in advance and make it as easy for the hosts as possible. However, I am human and sometimes things happen and some are out of my control (gasp, I know!!).

To my tour hosts THANK YOU!!!!!!! You guys are AWESOME!!! Lots of exciting and new things coming in 2014!!!!

In the guest post, I provide a few tips for both Authors who are looking into hiring a touring company to promote and market your book(s) and for bloggers!! Please visit Talk Supe to read these tips and I will be hanging out with them so please tell us what you think!!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

Release Date:

January 8, 2013

Available for pre-order now at

EXCERPT

Cole took hold of a
branch a few feet from Paris. “Do you think the alliance will stand?” He
shrugged. “Hard to say. I know everyone hopes so, so I hope so too.” Cole
pulled his eyebrows together. “But you don’t really care.”

Paris looked up
sharply. “Yes, I care. I care about my parents. They’ve been good to me and I
owe them a lot. I’m a freak by wolf standards, and my father has never abjured
me. I honestly believe he kept me separate for my well-being more than his own.
He acknowledges me as his son even though I remind him of his greatest sorrow.”

“Your panther mother.”
He nodded. “And Trixie isn’t a brave female. My existence is difficult for her,
but she’s been nothing but good to me. She had to stand against the combined
disapproval of a lot of other females for me. They didn’t know what I was, but
they knew I was Merced’s first wife’s son. They weren’t kind. She was. I value
her and want the best.”

Cole nodded. If there was one thing he understood,
it was loyalty.

“And then there’s you.”

Cole glanced up. Look
at that mischievous face. He’d switched from deeply serious to court jester in
one second flat. “What about me?” He grinned.

The cat danced around
his tree, unfastening buttons on his shirt with intricate skill. “You want the
alliance and I want you. Isn’t that an Aristotelian principle? If A equals B
and B equals C, then Paris wants Cole to have his alliance so Paris can have
Cole’s big yummy cock in his ass. An ass, I might add, that’s been throbbing
like a voodoo drum since I first looked in your silver eyes, wolfman.” He
whipped off the shirt, leaving his upper body bare.

Wow. Even knowing what
was coming, that sight was hard to believe. The cat’s skin glowed in the
moonlight like so much alabaster formed into a work of art. If you liked bulky,
you wouldn’t like Paris. But if the look of a black leopard stealing along a
branch stilled your heart, this sight would do it for you down to the ground.
Not really slim. More like lean, with muscles just where they should be, but as
if they were made of silk rather than stone. Fluid.

Paris reached and
grabbed a branch, then pulled himself up one-armed until he leaned over the
wood on his belly. Flip. He circled and came up to sitting, his upper body
glowing and long legs dangling. He spread his arms out for a second as if
balancing on a tightrope. Then he reached in and started to unfasten his belt.
Slowly, he slipped it from his trousers, then swung it over his head until it
caught on an upper branch.

He pulled himself to standing and used one
hand to slowly lower his fly. White showed in the gap. Oh my. Not white
underwear. White skin. Cole shuddered.
He wasn’t used to this kind of sexy. Hell, who was? This cat was one of a kind.

About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

We walk among you. Wherever your lives take you within this world, we are there, and we are many. We are not superior, we simply know more... far more... and none of you are safe.

Sam has always had the gift of reading auras and seeing future events. But since beginning college, her gifts are strengthening - becoming more foreboding. Dark visions she can't explain haunt her daily. She senses danger but doesn't know why. Meeting gorgeous Olympic swimming star Trin Kosolov, who shares her extra sensory abilities, only seems to intensify the imminent peril.

Sam soon discovers she was born with an identity she never knew she had and finds herself fighting for her life as she and Trin struggle to save humanity from an evil that could ultimately destroy them all.

Available for purchase at

Excerpt

Sam climbed out of the shower
and dried off. She was confused, even angry. Never before had she sensed such
conflicted energy in another person.What was wrong with him? Wrapped in a towel, she raced over to
her dresser and began digging for clothes. Bra, underwear, jeans—she tossed it
all onto her bed and made a beeline for her closet. Should she be offended? And that intensity…that wasn’t normal.

Sam had never been in love
before, but this surpassed anything she had ever even heard of. Opening
the closet door she found a shirt, pulled it from the hanger, and tossed it on
the bed with everything else. She reached in the back, grabbing a jacket and
threw it on the bed as well. Tossing the towel aside she began dressing with
lightning speed, confusion and unanswered questions running through her head
the entire time.

She
didn’t know how much longer she could take this. She pulled her underwear on,
then grabbed her bra. She let out an exasperated breath as she slipped her arms
through the straps and reached back to fasten the hook. If something didn’t give soon—she stopped. Lifting her head
toward her bedroom door, she focused. A familiar security swept through
the room. Eyes still on the door, she grabbed for her robe and pulled it on.
The short hemline and thin satin material didn’t conceal much, but her thoughts
lay elsewhere, captivated by the glorious energy filling the room. Why was he
back?

She crossed her room, following
the energy to its source, the dormitory hall. Tying the sash, she moved to the
front door, stopping in front of it. Heart hammering in her chest, she
placed her hand on the doorknob and turned it. As the lock disengaged she
cracked the door.

He stood, beautiful, frustrated,
and still wet. One arm rested on the door jamb, head bowed as if he had been
arguing with himself. His shirt clung to his muscled body, sun streaked hair
damp and shaggy around his tanned face. At the sound of the door his thick
black lashes lifted. He froze. His conflicted energy swept through her as his
electric blue eyes scanned her body. Sam’s fist tightened around her sash,
biting down on her bottom lip, barely able to breathe as his eyes traced every
curve, revealing angst of unexpected erotic desire—and he found her eyes.

He had nothing left. Caught
completely off guard, his strength broke, conflict won out. In all the moments
leading up to this one…when she thought she needed him, he now realized
how much he truly needed her.

Self-preservation flooded
through him. His restraint, will power, every device he had ever used to
control or extinguish his own needs and desires came crashing down around him
before he even had a chance to engage them.

His initial reason for coming
back vanished. Shoving the door open, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her
to him. He slammed the door shut. His lips pressed against hers, ravenous,
taking what he needed. Nothing else mattered to him. Nothing.

Drawing him in, Sam’s fingers pushed
through his hair, repressed desire set free, building with every touch, every
caress. She molded to him as he lifted her against the wall. Liberating
release flooded his veins, as if he were experiencing sunlight or truly
breathing for the first time. Decadent power flowed unlike anything he had ever
experienced. His lips left hers as he hungrily searched every aspect of
her neck, his labored breath hot against her skin as he crushed her to him. She
gasped, trying to find air—the way this felt—indescribable.

Energy in the room spiked as their auras merged, his
energy fusing with hers.

Sam grabbed his dampened shirt,
pushing it up his sculpted back, his powerful muscles moving beneath her hands
as he helped her pull it over his head. Wanting more, hearts racing, blood
pumping, her craving fingers explored his powerful chest, pushing past his
naked shoulders, caressing his neck and lacing her fingers into his hair—she
pulled.

Trin gasped, responding to the
erotic pain, arousal flooding his body. He found her lips again, pursuing,
pushing. Reason and reality had disappeared. Trin was taken, lost in the
seduction of the woman he loved. Wherever her ravenous fingers went the
tension, stress, and pressure melted away beneath them, erasing the pain, the
doubt, and the crushing fear of defeat. He welcomed it.

A few broad strides to her room,
back to the bed he had forced himself to leave only ten minutes earlier. His
powerful body covered her, his soft lips moving passionately against hers.

A measurable physical science
erupted within the room, elements working together in a feeding frenzy as
preparation set in to ignite a power that had not been alive for a
century.

Trin’s strong hand slid down the
side of Sam’s body, his large fingers wrapped around her thigh pulling it up
around his torso.

A voice—buried deep within the
euphoria of the moment—nagging him.

Annoyed by the distraction he
pushed it out, driven by his aching need for her. Never having experienced such
power, he was unprepared to fight it, and in this moment he was unwilling to fight it.

Sam’s fingers pressed into his
back, her breath sweet and inviting on his neck, the exhilarating warmth of her
mouth tracing the length from his collar bone to his jaw line, then pulling his
face back to hers, erotic softness of her lips molding to his over and over
again.

Stop. Not yet.

His hand moved to the sash on
her robe, pulling at the knot, loosening the tie.

You have not earned her yet!

Trin flinched—pausing, the words
rattled him. His pumping heart forced labored breath as conflict and truth
wrestled for his attention. She was his Goddess, his sacred prize, yet he had
given her nothing.

Sam’s hand slid beneath the
waistband of his jeans, pulling at the buttons. The sensation of her fingers
yanked him back to her. A throaty groan escaped him as his lips covered hers. He
pulled the sash loose, the warmth of her skin flooding him like a drug and he followed
its beckoning pull.

Searing gold hummed around her,
energy of living intelligence full of life and light—all elements positioned
and ready to accomplish their reason for being: to ignite the Oracle power.

You will lose her!

“Sam,
wait—” Trin stopped, catching her hand in an iron fist at his lower torso.

About the Author

Amy Freeman grew up in Salt Lake City in a family of five siblings, one of which is an identical twin. She spent most of her time as a child daydreaming and creating stories. She wrote a stellar screen play at ten, her first full length book at age thirteen, and her second and third at age nineteen. She has been published in Meridian magazine, Moab Adventures magazine and has just released her debut novel SHINE the Knowing Ones —the award-winning first edition in the SHINE series. She is active in several writing and critique groups and maintains an online page for writers.

Book Two SHINE: Domination is in the works with an anticipated release next year. Amy lives in St. Augustine Florida with her husband and youngest son, Jackson.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

In the short span of a year, Silver has gone from becoming a Mage to discovering the truth about her unique genetics. Logan Cross went from her mortal enemy to her immortal lover, but a threat is fast approaching like an inevitable storm. Attacks are underway against the Mageri and one man is behind it—an elusive foe who is an unstoppable force. Nero is not Silver’s only concern as someone close to her is arrested for treason. In the midst of chaos, Silver discovers she cannot protect everyone from the wrath of fate, including her own Ghuardian.

Justus finally opens his heart, but an unexpected turn of events could darken his soul forever. Secrets are revealed that will leave you reeling from one twist after the next. Would you sacrifice everything for love?

Destiny has set sail and once she alters her course, no one’s life will ever be the same in this explosive conclusion to the Mageri Series.

Release Date:

December 20, 2013

About the Author

This is the segment where you learn a little more about who I am, so here's what I can tell you: I drink copious amounts of vitamin water placed precariously close to my laptop while writing. These are two healthy habits I have no intention of breaking. I'm a transplant living in the south, but I was born in the 70's to a military dad who moved us around the world.

When I'm not writing (which is all the time), I'm hunting down Indie music, watching movies, reading, eating Tex-Mex, discovering new ways to humiliate myself bowling, and burning up my laptop battery on the Internet. I have a relaxed, easy-going personality and don't like drama. I live with a cat who thinks she is a dog, or a goat (she eats plastic, so I'm not sure which).

Throughout my life, I've had insomnia. Counting sheep never worked and eventually I would imagine those sheep were the sole source of food after an apocalyptic battle where only thousands survived. I made up stories in a futile attempt to bore myself to sleep. The problem was, I got so wrapped up in my "head stories" that I would continue them through the following nights, changing it up each time to make it more exciting. Eventually, I started writing my ideas down - creating short stories, and then I discovered my love for poetry.

It's almost embarrassing how many spiral notebooks and stacks of paper I have of poetry and lyrics.

Another passion: digital art. I design all my book covers, marketing, and series art. I'm a very visual person and pursued photography as an avid hobby for many years.

I am not a YA author (I feel like I have to state this only because I've had a few people ask), but I think it's wonderful there are so many books available to teens in Urban Fantasy and Paranormal.

I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do: giving my characters a pulse through writing full time. I focus on adult urban fantasy romance, but I don't like labels and I enjoy blending genres to break out of the confines of predictability.

Samira McAllister, an aspiring writer working for The Seasoned Traveler magazine is offered an opportunity. She takes advantage of the chance to jump start her career, hoping to make a mark in the writing industry.

Unforeseen hurdles threaten her ability to follow through with her plans, and life as she knows it becomes a memory. From that point onward, every choice she makes will seal her fate.

Available for purchase at

Book Trailer

Excerpt

She heard keys rattling and the front door
opened. Samira poked her head out in the hallway.

“Hi.” Amy closed the door, walked to the
kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water.

“I was starting to think that I’d be eating
dinner alone,” Samira said smiling.

“I went by Eric’s place to get the rest of my
things.” Amy left the kitchen and went into the living room.

“How did it go?”

“Not good.” She shrugged. “But I got my
stuff. That’s all that matters.” Amy slouched on the sofa, kicked off her heels
and folded her feet on the sofa. Samira sat down next to her.

“He seemed nice when I met him.”

Amy huffed. “They’re always nice when you
introduce them to your friends and family, but ‘come see me, and come live with
me’ are two different things. We could’ve worked it out if he was less
attentive, more considerate and polished up on his communication skills.”

Samira snickered, “You know most woman would
kill to have a man who’s attentive.”

“Good for them! They can have him. Eric wants
to know where I am and who I’m with at all times. I can’t live like that. I had
a father who already raised me and I’m not looking for another one.”

Samira chuckled. “I bet you wished that
fairytales would have warned you about guys like that.”

“Yes, it would’ve been nice. While you’re in
Africa, bring back a tall, tanned, muscle-bound hunk for me.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Amy laughed and hit her with a throw pillow
she grabbed from the sofa. “I’m just glad the other person you were going to
have as a roommate changed her mind. I needed to get away from him.”

“I’m glad too. The last thing I need is some
random person going through my stuff while I’m not around.”

“Dido, if I had to spend another day at
Eric’s place, I would’ve lost my mind. He’s too into me.” Amy took a sip of her
drink and put it on the accent table beside the sofa.

“You don’t have to worry about me in regards
to that. At least here, you’ll get to keep your sanity.” Samira eased back on
the sofa.

About the Author

Mila A. Ballentine is a mystery writer who doesn't shy away from writing about things that grasp the core of her imagination. She studied Creative Writing and Communication Arts at a City University of New York. Her writing is an extension of her mind’s eye and there is always an element of truth in each of her books. When she's not writing, she enjoys traveling or doing anything that allows her to put her creative energy to use.